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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.