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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.