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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.