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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.