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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
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.