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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.