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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.