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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.