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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
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.