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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Television,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.