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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.