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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.