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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.