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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.