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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.