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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Can,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.