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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
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.