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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
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.