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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
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.