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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.