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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.