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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.