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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sonics to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.