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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.