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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Technova,
10cc,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.