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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.