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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.