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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
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.