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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
X-101,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.