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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.