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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.