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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.