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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.