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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.