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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
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.