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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.