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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 rhodes 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.