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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.