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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.