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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.