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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
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Gong,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.