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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
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.