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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
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.