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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Can,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.