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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.