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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.