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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.