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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.