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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.