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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
a-ha,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.