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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Organ,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.