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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
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.