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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
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.