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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.