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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.