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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.