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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
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.