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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.