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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Moebius,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Ronan,
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.