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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Nas,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.