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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.