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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.