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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
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.