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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
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.