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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.