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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Visage,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.