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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
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.