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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.