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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.