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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.