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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.