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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Deakin,
Nico,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.