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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.