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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Television,
Josef K,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Can,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.