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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.