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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.