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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.