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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.