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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
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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.