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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
ABBA,
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.