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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Monolake,
Rekid,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.