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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.