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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.