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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.