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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
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.