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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.