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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.