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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Index,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
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.