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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
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.