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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.