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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
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.