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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index 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?
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
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.