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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
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.