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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aswad to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.