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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.