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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.