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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
UT,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
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.