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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.