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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.