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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Can,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.