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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.