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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.