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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
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.