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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.