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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Nico,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.