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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Ludus,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
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.