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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
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.