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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.