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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
the Sonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.