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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.