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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.