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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.