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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
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.