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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.