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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.