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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Rakim,
MC5,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.