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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.