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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.