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 Congo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.