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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
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.