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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.