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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
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.