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 Ecuador 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
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.