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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.