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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.