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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.