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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.