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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.