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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.