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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.