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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.