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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.