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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.