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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.