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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Can,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.