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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.