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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
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.