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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Index,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.