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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.