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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.