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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.