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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.