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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.