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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.