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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.