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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.