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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.