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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
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.