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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.