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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.