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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.