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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.