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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.