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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
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.