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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
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.