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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Gong,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.