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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Index,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
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.