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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.