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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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 Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.