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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.