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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.