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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
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.