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 Laos and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.