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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.