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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.