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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
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.