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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.