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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.