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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.