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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Index,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
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.