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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
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.