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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.