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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Pole,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.