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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.