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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Index,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.