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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.