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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.