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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.