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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.