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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Can,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
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.