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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Lalann,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.