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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
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.