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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.