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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.