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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.