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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.