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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.