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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.