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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.