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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
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.