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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
X-101,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
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.