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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.