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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
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.