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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.