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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.