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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.