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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.