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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.