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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.