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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
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.