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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.