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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
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.