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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.