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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.