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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.