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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.