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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
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.