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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.