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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
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.