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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.