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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.