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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.