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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.