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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.