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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.