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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.