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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
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The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.