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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.