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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.