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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Slave,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.