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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.