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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.