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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.