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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.