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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
UT,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.