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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.