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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.