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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.