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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Crime,
a-ha,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.