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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.