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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
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.