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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.