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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.