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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Robert Hood 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.