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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.