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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
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.