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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.