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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Ronan,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
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.