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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
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.