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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Television,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.