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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.