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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
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.