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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
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.