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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
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.