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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Kayak,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.