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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.