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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.