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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
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Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.