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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.