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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.