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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.