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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.