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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.