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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.