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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Brick,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.