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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.