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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.