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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.