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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.