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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
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.