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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.