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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.