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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Brick,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
CMW,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Television,
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.