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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.