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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.