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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.