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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.