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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.