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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.