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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.