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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.