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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.