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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.