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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.