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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.