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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Fall,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.