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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.