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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Fear,
The Index,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.