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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.