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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Move,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.