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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
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.