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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Faust,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.