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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.