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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Fear,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.