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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.