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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.