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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Smog,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.