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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
JFA,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.