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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.