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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.