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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
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.