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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.