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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.