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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
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.