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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.