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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.