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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
a-ha,
CMW,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.