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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Index,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.