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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.