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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
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.