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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.