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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.