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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.