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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.