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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
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.