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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.