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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
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.