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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.