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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
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.