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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.