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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
the Association,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.