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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.