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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
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.