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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
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.