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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
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.