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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.