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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.