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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.