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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.