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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
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.