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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.