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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.