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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.