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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.