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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
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.