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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.