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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.