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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
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.