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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.