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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.