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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.