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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Names,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
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.