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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.