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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.