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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.