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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.