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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.