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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
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.