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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Suicide,
JFA,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.