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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Ituana,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
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.