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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.