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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
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.