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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
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.