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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.