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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
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.