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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
cv313,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.