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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
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.