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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.