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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.