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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.