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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.