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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
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.