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 Laos 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.