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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.