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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.