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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.