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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Can,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Index,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.