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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.