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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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,
CMW,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.