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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
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.