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 Africa and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.