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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
MC5,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.