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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.