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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Yaz,
Fear,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.