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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Move,
Chrome,
Organ,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.