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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Can,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
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.