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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.