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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.