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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.