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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.