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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.