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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Swans,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.