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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Magma,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
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.