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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.