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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Swans,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
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.