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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Names,
Technova,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.