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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.