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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
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.