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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.