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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.