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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Section 25,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.