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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
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.