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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
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.