Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.