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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.