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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.