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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Index,
H. Thieme,
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.