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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
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.