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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
PIL,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.