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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The Names,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.