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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.