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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.