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 China and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.