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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.