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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
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.