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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.