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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.