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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.