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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
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.