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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.