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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Flipper,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.