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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.