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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.