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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Smog,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.