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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Saints,
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.