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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.