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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.