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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Oneida,
Monolake,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.