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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.