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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.