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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.