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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
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.