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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
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.