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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.