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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
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.