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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.