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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.