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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.