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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.