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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.