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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.