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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
UT,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.