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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.