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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.