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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
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.