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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.