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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.