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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.