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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Slave,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.