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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.