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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s 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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Chrome,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
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.