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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.