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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.