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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.