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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.