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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
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.