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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.