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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.