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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.