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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.