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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.