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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.