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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.