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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.