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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.