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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.