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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
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.