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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.