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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Magma,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.