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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.