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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.