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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
PIL,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.