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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
UT,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.