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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
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.