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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
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.