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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Motions,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.