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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.