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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.