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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.