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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
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.