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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.