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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.