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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
June Days,
Organ,
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.