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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.