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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.