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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.