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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Index,
The Associates,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.