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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.