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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
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.