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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.