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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
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.