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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.