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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
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.