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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Pylon,
Slave,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.