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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Interpol,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.