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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Gong,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
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.