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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.