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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.