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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.