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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
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.