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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
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.