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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.