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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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?
Brick,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
June Days,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.