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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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?
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.