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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.