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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.