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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.