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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.