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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.