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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Technova,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
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.