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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.