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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
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.