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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Visage,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.