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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.