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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.