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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.