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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.