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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
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.