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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
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.