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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.