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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
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.