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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.