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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Index,
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.