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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.