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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.