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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.