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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Interpol,
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.