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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.