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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.