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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
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.