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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.