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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
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.